(BatIM RP) No ERP or Romance, No joke ocs. Try to use ocs that'd make sense in-universe. Human/humanoid ocs preferred. No OP ocs

(WAIT WHY HAVE I NOT SEEN THIS?-

wonderful question. I forgot I was doing this lol))

(Is this rp still open??? :DDDDD

Sure! why not?))

(Yay!!!)

*Jasper wakes up as he was being shaken to consciousness, he opened his eyes as his vision was still blurry to see who was shaking him*

“Who- what- where- when- how?-“

*They startle a bit, as if not expecting Jasper to actually wake* "Oh-! Oh god, you're up. Okay. Okay, hello." *Daryn stands up and backs off, shaking her head a bit to clear it*

*Jasper rubs his eyes and sits up, some ink trickles down the side of his face but he wipes it off.*

“Agh…I knew I shouldn’t have carried 3 cans of bacon soup in each of my overalls pockets…”

"You were carrying what now? A-anyways are you alright?" *They offer a hand to help you up* "Name's Daryn. I think."

*Jasper takes your hand and helps himself up before dusting off his torn overalls and giving you the iconic Bendy grin*

“Well I feel just swell. Hopefully I didn’t get a scratch or anythin’. Daryn huh? Familiar name if I do say so myself…”

*The expression sends a shiver down her spine, though she does her best not to let it show. Benefits of barely having a face they guess*

"Is it? Should I... know you?"

“Know me? Not like anyone has a dang brain around these parts to remember me. The name’s Jasper Merridew! But you can call me Jasper!”

*He holds out his hand for a handshake as a can if bacon soup fell out of his pocket*

"Jasper... Now that does sound familiar... I have a notebook back home. I can review it later."

*Daryn shrugs and leans down to pick up the can* "You need any help carrying these?"

*Jasper takes back the can and puts it back in his pocket*

“I’m fine! I carry a lot of these at a time so don’t mind me!”

*The can falls out of his pocket again and in an awkward silence, Jasper bent down to slowly grab the soup can and put it back in his pocket*

"Okay, hand 'em over. All the sound from you droppin' these is bound to draw something in. Pun intended."

*The lost one chuckles at her own joke*

“How would I know you’re not gonna steal my HARD-EARNED soup and run off like a maniac?”

*Jasper seems hesitant to give you the soup cans*

(y o u)

"Well, I don't need to. I have a stash of my own."

*She holds out a hand to take the can*

"You can trust me. I very easily could've left you for the demon. In fact, you very easily could BE the demon. It's you I should be wary of."

(?)

*Jasper stares at you with a taken aback look before chuckling and tilting his head. He gets closer to you, his face in an almost unhinged expression and puts his hands, gripping hard on your shoulder. You could tell by his body language he was secretly offended by your accusation*

“Aren’t ya so paranoid? If I were the ink demon himself I would be taller, more scary-lookin’ and I’d already have your beating heart in my claws!”

*His face softens and gave a teasing laugh before he relaxes his grip on you and hands you over the can*

*They stand for a moment frozen. A tense* "Right..." *is all they can manage as a response*

"Alright, so where were you headed from? We could make our way back up." *Daryn speaks slowly, still a bit shaken*

*he lets go of you an starts to walk down the hallway*

“Nowhere in particular. I come and go as I please. I don’t have a permanent “home” because sooner or later, The ink demon will find it. What ‘bout you? Where were you headin’ off to?”

"I was just getting a little slightly-more-fresh air. Had the feeling I'd find someone, usually do, then you show up."

*She follows after*

"I have a safehouse. You could stay there for a bit if you don't mind my 'roommate.'"

“You sure you want me to be in your safehouse?”

*He gives a smug grin*

“I thought you were still wary of me being “the ink demon” and thought I was some sort of lunatic like the rest of the nutjobs down here!”

"Well, if I die, I'll just come right back. And besides, if you are the Ink Demon, I've already demon-proofed it."

*They paused*

"Of course, I'm yet to have an opportunity to test if it works, but now's as good a time as any I suppose!" *They turn down an offshoot hall, gesturing for you to follow*

*Jasper turns to follow you, now curious of how tou “demon-proofed” your safe house and wondering if it’s meant to keep out ALL demons or just the ink demon himself*

"You're gonna think it's really dumb, but for as long as Millie and I have lived in there, we've faced no Ink Demon issues."

*Occasionally, they pause at a door, just checking if it were the right one.*

"It's a bit of a ways down. Doesn't help that this place is a darn maze."

“Yeah no kidding. Seriously though, Joey should add signs to make sure people don’t get lost in there but Joey is a cheapskate…”

*Jasper sighs as he looks out to the hall in the distance*

*They snort*

"It's almost like Joey wanted folks getting lost. Who knows? Maybe he did."

*Daryn stops abruptly at a door with a knob stained from use.*

"Here we are. Last chance to opt out. Millie's a bit jumpy."

*Jasper stares at you with a confused look on his face*

"Ah, well, you'll find out."

*They fling open the door. A miracle station door is nailed to the inner side of it.*

"Millie! I'm back and I brought another visitor!"

*You notice the walls are plastered with bits of miracle stations, the supposed 'demon-proofing.' At the far end of the upturned room, another lost one in a patchwork dress peeks out from a desk, before ducking right back behind it with a squeak.*

*Jasper seems to be in a daze as he looks around the room, seemingly confused in his surroundings*

“I…I don’t see anythin’…I literally can’t see anythin’ like it’s all invisible…W-What is this demon-proofin’ technology ya got there!?”

*Jasper starts to touch the walls and the bits from the miracle stations and flinches when he does*

"Oh my god, wait. You can't see it?"

*Their eyes squint as if they were smiling* "Oh my god, Millie! I told you it works!"

*The second lost one scurried over, hunched over down to Daryn's height*
Millie: "Y-you're serious?"

Daryn: "Jasper, I put miracle station walls over the walls. I knew it'd work!"

Jasper: You took apart the invisible door thing?…huh, so that’s why some of them disappeared when I tried to use them…

*He continues poking the miracle station pieces for a bit as he tries to process what the hell is going on, also opening and closing the door to the safe house repeatedly to test it out*

Daryn: "So you can't see it. That means the Ink Demon can't see it! Hell, HE might not even be able to either!"

*Daryn shakes Millie excitedly* "We've beat 'em!"

Millie: "Quiet!" *She hissed* "Do you know what you did? You led it right to us!" *She whips around towards Jasper, wide eyed. She was visibly shaking.* "What if..."

*Daryn rolls her eyes* "Mil, trust my trusting him, please."

*Jasper keeps on repeatedly opening and closing the door, admiring the “demon-proofness” to it*

“Hehehe magic invisible doors are cool!”

(Yeah srry. just woke up)

"Jasper stop, you'll break it off it's hinges."

*Daryn looks between Millie and Jasper, the former of which is giving the latter practically a death glare*

"If the bunker's not working, or I suppose, working too well, maybe Jasper, you and I should go somewhere else. Are you even able to get IN?"

(Kk!)

*Jasper shrugs before taking a step into the room and just stands there, his tail swishing as he looks around then back at the “invisible” door*

"What is it with you and the door?"

*Daryn snorts.*
Millie: "He's gonna rip it off and find everything and we're dead..."

Daryn: "He can already see us. Jasper PLEASE spare the door. It took a decade and a half trying to adjust it properly."

“Alright, but no promises! It’s just a really cool door, I admire the demon-proofness to it.”

*He comes up to Millie and holds out his hand so he can shake her’s*

“The name’s Jasper! I promise I don’t bite…Unless you stab me with a knife or somethin.”

*Millie shrunk away with a little chirp*

Daryn: "Mil, he's safe."

*They patted Millie on the back. She very carefully takes Jasper's hand.*

*Jasper eagerly shakes Millie’s hand and gives her a smile*

“See? You’re fine! Look I didn’t even slice ya open and my hands aren’t covered in your ink!”

Millie: "I- right. Um- heh?" *She looked to Daryn with uneasy confusion* "J-Jasper, right? Where have I..."

Daryn: "Heard it before? Yup, I'll review the notes in a bit. Jasper, anywhere, in particular, you need me to take there?" *They hold up the soup can*

“I usually hide em in random locations so when I get hungry, I can access my secret stash! So you can just leave it anywhere ya like.”

*He goes on to admire the walls and door, still trying to comprehend the logic of the “invisible” door*

(Ello? You there?… ._.)

(oof yeah srry. didn't see the notif)

(Oh that’s fine :D

(Yo you there? Just wondering)

"Alright."

*They put the can down on a crate by the seemingly ever-interesting door.*

"So the pieces of the miracle stations still work even after being taken apart. And you can't see them. Odd. Wonder what else can't see them. Where's the line between visible and invisible I wonder?"

*Millie skitters back to her desk*

*Jasper’s horns twitch with curiosity as he hears Millie going back to her desk. He has completely lost interest in the door and watches to see what Millie was doing while keeping his distance as to not startle her*

*Millie rummages through the desk drawers, pulling out a few old rags and torn-up clothing. One has clearly been stitched together from various parts and a hole at the back half stitched shut.*

“Woah…Did’ja stitch that yourself?…”

*Jasper’s eyes were twinkling with excitement and enthusiasm as he tries to get a closer look at the clothing*

*The lost one jumped, nearly flinging the shirt away. She clung to it literally by a thread*

"Don't pop out like that!" *She squeaked, backing up a bit and protectively holding her work. She took in a deep breath.* "But yes. I did."

“You must have quite the skill! You see all this?” *He gestures to his shirt and overalls* “I have NO CLUE how a needle and thread works so I had to uhh….“borrow” them from the local nutjob of the studio. They’re quite comfortable!”

*He puts his hands on his hips as if he was just announcing with pride that he stole clothes as his sinister golden spade pin shines in the dim light. There was just something…ominous about the pin…*

"I mean- I have some spare stuff left over. If you need I could make you something."

*She offered uneasily. Perhaps if she could get on this demon's good side, should anything go wrong she'd be spared.*

“Oh no need! But I’ll let’cha know the next time I encounter the ink demon hehe! You’re alright for a skittish lost one. I like you! Millie was it? Familiar name…”

"Y-yes. I believe I worked back in Music. Daryn's notebook is all we've got to go off of."

*She carried on stitching up the hole*

"You yourself SOUND familiar."

“Me?” *he playfully scoffs* “I’m surprised you haven’t connected the dots!”

*He starts to whistle the Bendy theme song*

"You're not- You're not THAT Jasper. Daryn..?"

*The latter's head poked up from a mess of papers* "So he is? Called it!"

*They sang, leaning back so far in their chair that they had to scramble to pull themself back up*

“Who did’ja think I was!? One of Joey’s soulless creations!?”

*he starts to laugh*

Millie: "Well..." *She shrunk away*

Daryn: "We can never be sure. Coincidences are commonplace. I've got plenty of folks confused with others. You'd be surprised how many Bills we have here."

“Huh, no wonder people don’t recognize me instantly when they hear my name…I almost thought you guys were like the rest of them! So uhh…This notebook you guys mentioned earlier?…what is it?”

*Daryn held up a heap of papers, words scrawled out like chicken scratch across the pages*

"I wrote everything I still remembered when I first got here. I was much more lucid then. It's how I remember names and people."

*They put it back down* "Less of a book, more of a mess, really. But who's drawin' the line? Not me."

“Why didn’t I think of that!? I was so stupid…Now I can barely remember who I once was…”

*He sighs*

“Does this notebook uhm…say anythin’ ‘bout me?”

*He starts to fidget with his tail before noticing his nervousness and stops*

“Not a lot. I don’t think I knew you too well. All it says is you’re a voice actor. Mil probably woulda known you better than me.”

*they briefly look over the notes to make sure*

“Shame we both don’t remember each other anymore. Oh well.”

*He shrugs*

"Maybe something'll come up. Who knows?"

*They slam the papers down conclusively.* "Welp, not much else I can say. Need to know anything else?"

“Not that I can think of right away…So what’cha guys do around here?”

Millie: "We hide away and try not to die. Unfortunately, THEY don't know how to do that. How many times have you been caught again?"

Daryn: "I've lost count, but that's not important. Besides, I've stayed safe for almost three days now!"

*The pair banter back and forth a bit more, Daryn repeatedly shrugging off her companion's concerns.*

“3 days? The longest I’ve survived was…”

*he tries to count on his fingers before giving up*

“I lost track of time and the ability to track it anyway, so I don’t really remember…”

Daryn: "See, Millie? I have an excuse!" *She puts her hands on her hips triumphantly*

Millie: "Not for getting yourself killed and giving me a heart attack almost daily you don't!"

Daryn: "Anything'll give you a heart attack. Jasper, I'm so sorry for all this."

“Oh no it’s fine, It just reminds me of the rants Joey gave me about one of his friends. If it’s anythin’ i’ll never forget, it’s the rants…”

*he shudders at the thought*

"You got the rants too? My brother practically lived off 'em. He'd take 'em to me and I'd have to pretend I knew what he was on about!"

*She sighs*

"He had his ways of being... excessive. Still does I suppose. You won't need to worry about that, though."

“Your brother?…”

*he tilts his head in confusion*

"Chris. He's not fond of me. Part of the reason I tried to hide this place."

*The lost one droops a bit, sitting back on a crate*

“Your brother is an ink demon too?”

*Jasper seems to be a little hopeful and also a little bit…angry? maybe because this “Chris” had to do something with Joey but Jasper pushed that thought back*

"Not a demon. Sure acts like one though. Y'know those Butcher Gang guys? The poor things. Think those, but all at once."

*They point at nothing for added effect*

*Jasper takes a moment to process this before his face contorted into a look of disgust and mortified anguish*

“Oh…OH GOD…How the hell did a normal human man become…T-The abomination that you’ve described…”

(They're like an old divorced couple trying their best not to get back together))

"I wouldn't know. I was gone before he was. What I do know is Joey had a plan for him. It was one of our last talks before... can we change the subject?"

*They tap at the shard in their cheek*

*Jasper nods, even HE didn’t want to dig any deep further, if the nervous and pained look on his face didn’t say otherwise*

"So you and Joey talked? I suppose that'd make sense. As Bendy's own voice actor, you got yourself a pretty big role."

“Yup…I don’t remember much anymore though…I just always did as I was told and just been a “good boy”…I guess you could say doing as what I was told is PROBABLY what got me to wind up here…I can’t remember the events that led me up to well…lookin’ like this…” *he gestures to himself*

"Well, if it was anything like what happened to me, I'd be wary of that Mr. Drew."

*Their eyes narrow*

“Although, I do wonder where he went, I kinda miss him y’know?…”

"Well he's not here, that's for sure. He wouldn't stick around down here with things like us."

*There was a sharp edge to her voice*

“Yeah…things like…us…”

*His voice trailed off and he rubbed the back of his head, you could tell he looked really sad…*

"Oh god, I'm so sorry. Did I strike a nerve?"

*Daryn was up in an instant, immediately apologetic*

"I don't mean to get this upset about this sort of thing, but... you know."

*his frown quickly disappears when being pointed out. so he nervously chuckles and tries to shrug it off*

“Oh! Don’t worry ‘bout me! I’m FINE! We can’t always cry about the past y’know?”

*Daryn half-heartedly chuckles*

"And yet cry we do, friend. Still, I guess there's no need to hold grudges for so long. I'm glad some folks here get that."

“Yup, then there’s the lunatics who still want to get revenge and such, don’t get me started on them!”

"Trust me, I already know."

*She leaned back*

"So you say you travel around. Were you headed anywhere in particular?"

“Nowhere. I come and go as I please, I don’t have any direction or destination, I just aimlessly wander around till I stumble upon a new adventure, and yet here we are!”

"So it's been effective. Where have you been?"

“Hidin’, scavengin’, mostly hidin’. That’s why you don’t see me often.”

"Nothing much else? Surely there has to be more."

*Daryn kinda felt like a detective, interrogating someone to solve a mystery. They chuckled a bit at the thought*

“Nope! Nothing else!”

*he shakes his head and smiles*

"Alright."

*they didn't fully believe it, but who were they to push*

"I once broke back into the music department. Place is a ness. I'm almost relieved the way back got blocked off. Managed to escape with a banjo, not that I have any clue how to play it."

Millie: "Daryn, you're forgetting the part about WHY you were there."

Daryn: "The 'why' isn't important. I'm not forgetting. I'm ✨prioritizing✨"

*Jasper laughs a Daryn’s humour*

“Sometimes, some details are more important than others!”

*mess

Daryn: "Precisely my point! Priorities over purpose!"

Millie: "I think the two go hand in hand..."

*Millie trailed off seemingly done with the argument*

(Idk where I'm going with this rp. i kinda made it up on the spot tbh)

(wanna know a secret? Mine was also made up on the spot too lol I just found a goal and progressed from there)

“Now that got’s me thinkin’. What WERE ya doin’ in the Music Department? Maybe I can help!”

"Well, it's hard to explain. I don't even quite remember the full story..."

*They pace a bit in thought*

"I know for sure I was escaping. With it being the ever-eventful Music Department, it could've been FROM anyone. Probably Sammy. The man hated me from day one!"

“Oh Sammy! That nutjob! *he laughs* He once confused me for the ink demon and started worshipin’ me for a long time before realizin’ his mistake! Should’a cut some eye holes for that mask, maybe then he wouldn’t be as blind as a bat amirite?”

"No kiddin'. Eheh, funny story being I was a bit of a nutjob myself for a good year or so. Got outta there after the demon got to me. It's all just a blur there. I dunno if it was him I was fleeing from, or Sammy."

“Weren’t we all when we first arrived in the studio?”

*he chuckles at his joke*

"No no, I mean I was in on the demon worship. Still got a few bits and bobs from it."

*They turn away to rustle through another heap of papers, before pulling out practically just a sliver of a bendy mask*

"My personal favorite addition to my 'Stuff I Really Should've Thrown Out But I'm Too Stubborn To' collection. Not that I wasn't a general nutjob when I first got here. Hell, I think I'm more of one now!"

“Thats a REALLY small mask.”

*he stares at the sliver for a moment before looking towards to Millie*

“Do YOU have a “Stuff I Really Should’ve Thrown Out But I’m Too Stubborn To” collection too?”

*Millie flinched* "Oh! Oh no, not really. Mostly just scraps I tell myself I'll use later. I'm not as much of a collector as Daryn is."

*Jasper nods*

“I see…”

*Millie slumped a bit at the assumption of disappointment. She swiftly went to her desk to find something of note*

"Sorry, sorry... I might have something..."

*The best they could manage to find was an old piece of paper, many things stained or scratched out*

"Daryn once tried to teach me to draw."

Daryn: "And you did great! I dunno why you gave up on it."

Millie: "Because hands are impossible and you know it!"

“As someone who tried to draw warnin’s on the walls. I can confirm hands ARE hard to draw.”

Daryn: "C'mon. They aren't THAT tough! You've got your own right there for reference!"

*They hold out their own hands in demonstration. One looks a little bit off now that they've been displayed clearly.*

Daryn: "And besides, with cartoons, they're all round and gloved. Not even five whole fingers to worry about!"

“But I still kinda wish I had five fingers…”

*He holds up his own cartoon hands, which were in gloves.*

“Strangely I can’t seem to take them off. Like as if they’re superglued onto my hand or somethin’.”

"Weird. I'll be honest, I've never had a proper look at any cartoon folks. I've seen the Borises around, sure, but I've always had to be quick to ditch those."

*Daryn circles around you curiously*

"So accessories like the gloves are glued on. Are the boots too? Can you still feel with the bottoms of your feet or do you feel like you're wearing shoes?"

(Oop, I kinda forgor cause I was on my main)

“I can’t even feel my legs, honestly! Like seriously, i feel numb leg down. I dunno why but I somehow can walk. Like as if the ink is doing all the work for me. So I can’t exactly tell yeah if these boots are also “superglued” or not.”

(all good)

"Can't feel your legs, huh? What happened to 'em if you don't mind me askin'?"

*Jasper shrugs*

“I don’t remember.”

"Yeah, I should've guessed. Sorry."

*Daryn glances to Millie, who's fidgeting with her own fingers*

"Somethin' up, Mil?"

Millie: "Moving..."

*Jasper tilts his head in confusion*

please come back ;-; ))

you still there?))

(oop sorry, I was busy)

"Oh, jeez. Wonderful timing. I'll go check what's up."

*She starts out the door, glancing to Jasper*

"And please suppress the urge to mess with the door for the time being. If I don't come back after a while, Millie, you know the drill. Do NOT come looking for me."

*Jasper salutes*

“Yes m’am!”

*Daryn swings off the doorframe and shuts the door, footsteps retreating down the hall. Millie curls up, gaze still darting around the room*

"Not the demon. No shadows."

*She mutters*

*Jasper looks around*

“Wh-What’s wrong?…Is somethin’ gonna happen?”

"I hope not. If we're lucky, it's just a few other folks. I don't think that's the case though. There's chattering..."

*She covers the ears she doesn't have*

*Jasper tries to listen to his surroundings*

*There's a faint chattering, then a little yelp from what seems to be Daryn. It's too far down for proper words to be heard*

*Jasper’s horns twitch from the yelp, he knew he was told to stay but it looked like Daryn needed his help. Besides he survived the ink demon multiple times. He went up to the door and opened it to step out of the bunker*

"Wait! She said to-"

*Millie cuts off, flinching at a distant bang. She shuffles back*

"Just please be careful..."

*Jasper looks back to Millie before grinning and winks. He adjusts his spade pin before stepping out and goes to look for Daryn*

*They're a little ways down the hall near where you fell. She's leaned against a barrel for support, straining to shout at something obscured by the wall*

"I've got a guest, damn it! Can you hold off for a few hours, PLEASE?"

*Jasper got up on a support beam and watched from above to see who Daryn was arguing with*

(My guy has a very particular design because simplicity is not my brother's style. I wish I had a picture of the one drawing I've done of him but unfortunately, I do not)

*A strange, barely humanoid creature stood before the lost one, gums pulled back to reveal ink-stained teeth. It has two arms on one side, the other having both twisted into an arm identical to a striker's. The thing speaks, mostly a gurgle*

???: "You always have 'guests,' Daryn. You think I'm going to believe that excuse for the thousandth time?"

Daryn: "It's not an excuse. I'm just really good at finding people!"

???: "Well for the one who declared this whole war thing, you aren't all that great at keeping it going!"

Daryn: "Well I'll let you know when I'm not busy maybe!"

*Jasper stifled a gasp the moment he saw the humanoid creature. Hoping nobody heard him*

*The thing glanced up, though Daryn was quick to intervene.*

Daryn: "I mean if you're SO inclined to be an inconvenience now, go right ahead! You know damn well it won't get rid of me."

???: "Why do you feel the need to be so insufferable?"

*It took a step towards Daryn, pipe gripped tightly in one of its two right hands*

Daryn: "It's a coping mechanism. Have you looked in a mirror?"

(The sibling rivalry defies death))

*Jasper tries to hide somewhere else but slips and is now holding on to the beam with his hands for dear life*

*Daryn glances up, catching movement, and tenses in seeing Jasper. Why was he here? She commands herself to act casually and ignore it. They willed him to climb back up as if they thought hard enough about it, it'd happen.*

???: "...What are you looking at?"

Daryn: "Oh, I-I just thought I saw something is all. Maybe just ink in my eye. It's nothing."

*The creature tilted its head inJasper's direction*

*Jasper tried to scramble up to flee but then he shrieks as he falls and lands on top of the creature*

???: "What in the-?"

Daryn: "Jasper what on earth are you doing?"

*Daryn stumbles over as the thing swats at him*

Daryn: "Chris, leave 'im! That's the guest I was talkin' about! Have some common courtesy!"

Chris: "Get it the hell off me!"

*Jasper quickly flees from Chris and keeps a distance*

“I came to help ya, Daryn! I didn’t want ya to face somethin’ dangerous by yourself! Is that your brother?” *he gags in disgust* “you are not much of a looker are ya?”

Daryn: "Oh shush, he looks fine, but I TOLD you I can handle this."

Chris: "So you've got the demon on your side, eh Daryn? You always did love playing the devil's advocate."

Daryn: "Yeesh, has your pun game gotten WORSE since last time?"

*Daryn takes another step closer as if egging Chris on.*

Chris: "Well, if you two want a fight so badly, then enjoy the Well."

*Chris dives past Daryn, aiming straight for Jasper*

*Jasper notices and gets out of the way as Chris rams into a wall*

“H-Hey now! Ya don’t wanna fight me! Let’s talk it out alright? Oh! I know! How about a musical number? There were no problems I’ve encountered that couldn’t be solved with a spontaneous musical number!”

*He inhales as he is about to sing*

Both siblings simultaneously: "NO!"

“No?”

*he shrugs*

“Okay! Violence it is!”

*Chris swings his striker arm at Daryn now, who hardly makes an effort to dodge. From the ground, they pull themself up and fling themself at Chris’ legs, gripping on tightly to throw him off*

Daryn: “Aim for the arm! You should know this by now!”

*Jasper looks around for a weapon an then finds a broken board and uses it to hit Chris in the back of his head

(I flagged something accidentally and idk what)

*Chris froze for a moment and tumbled over. Daryn rolled off and stumbled over to Jasper*

Daryn: “C’mon. He’ll be fine, but we gotta go before he throws a full on fit.”

*They grab your wrist and practically yank you down the hallway*

*Jasper looks back at Chris before following Daryn. He rolled his eyes as he continued to be pulled by the wrist*

“At least a thank you would be appreciated for savin’ your butt back there.”

“Right, thanks.”

*They let go of your wrist and slow the pace a bit*

“I had it covered though. I would’ve been back eventually.”

*Daryn forces herself to take a deep breath and sighs. She glances back*

“Are you hurt?”

“Thankfully not. Who knew your brother could be used as a landin’ cushion?”

“You got lucky. Once that happened to me and I got thrown into a wall.”

*They chuckle awkwardly*

“One upside to being an ink monster: no pain. It’s just goop all the way through. No organs or bones or nerves anywhere except here.”

*They hold up their left hand and wave. She pauses outside the safehouse door*

“What can I say? I’m just quick on my feet! Heh heh…Although if I DID get hurt, both of you may not live to tell the tale.”

“What does that mean?”

*Daryn tilts their head*

“Oh don’t worry ‘bout it! The most important thing is that we survived!”

*He adjusts his golden spade pin*

“Fine then, keep your secrets.”

*She flings open the door*

“Millie! You can finally add a point to the Encounters I’ve Survived board!”

*Millie practically leaps out of her inky skin*

“Ooh! Ooh! Add me in too!”

*he held his arms up in the air in excitement*

*Millie squirms a bit, processing that she's not still in danger, before digging up a paper titled "Encounters Since Last Death" and placing a slip labeled '1' in place of Daryn's initial '0.' She adds an extra section marked as Jasper's*

Millie: "What happened? Any rips?" *She gives both a quick once-over*

“I met Daryn’s…“lovely” brother. I hit him on the head with a wooden board!”

Millie: "I see. So he's made his way through the upper level now."

Daryn: "Yeah. But, no need to worry! The demon-proofing works and-"

Millie: "On the demons. He's different. What if it still doesn't work?"

Daryn: "Can you please stop worrying for one second? We'll be fine, Millie."

Millie: "He knows we're here! He won't leave until he finds us or we leave. We HAVE to leave."

*Millie grabs Daryn by the shoulder and tries to drag them to the door. They flick her off.*

Daryn: "Millie, we can't. Jasper, help me out here."

“Wha’dya mean I’m “different”??? Are ya implyin’ I’m different ‘cause I haven’t tore your chests open and had a taste of blood…err ink? I can and would if ya decide to attack me.”

*he crosses his arms and waits for Millie’s response*

Millie: "No! no, that's not the- I meant- Dammit..."

*She slumped, burbling in worry and frustration into her hands*

Millie: "Please don't hurt me."

*Jasper scoffs before turning back to the door*

“I see. I think I am not wanted here…I-I’ll go.”

Daryn: "Jasper, no. That's not what she meant."

“Oh yeah? What else do ya think she meant? Since I arrived here, she was scared I’d do somethin’ to her and you ‘cause im an ink demon!”

"You're mishearing the whole thing! We meant Chris, not you! I trust you and I know that means nothing cuz I'll trust just about anyone. Leave if you'd like but I don't like things ending on bad terms. I've done it enough."

*Daryn glances briefly at Millie for her reaction. She stays curled up and still*

"I'm sorry for her sake. She can't help it."

*Jasper thinks about it for a moment*

“Fine. I’ll stay a lil’ longer. Not like I have any bunker or safehouse of my own…”

"Alright. So now that we're all calmed down, Millie, you can uncurl."

*Millie complies and stands slowly. At full height she towers over her smaller companion

Millie: "Right, right. So what's the plan? Stay here forever and pray he never finds us?"

“That seems like the most generic plan that is bound to go wrong in SO many ways!”

*He was grinning as he said those words. He seems to be optimistic in even the worst situations*

"I agree. If we can't be sure if we're hidden from him here, we can't just sit around awaiting the inevitable. Besides, food and such won't just pop up. Someone's gotta scrounge."

“Oh, don’t get me started on the food! I once went without findin’ any for A LOOONG TIME that I managed to survive on ink, books, and corpses of lost ones!”

Daryn: "Welp, if I die, I give you full permission to eat my corpse. What do books taste like?"

Millie: "Is that REALLY what you're prioritizing?"

Daryn: "Of course. You should know this by now."

“They don’t really have a taste honestly. But if I were you, I’d avoid bright yellow books. Without the sepia-tones, it turns out to be green and the green books are laced with arsenic and it gave me HORRIBLE stomach aches. Good thing we’re already “dead”, amirite?”

Daryn: "You've figured out the colors?"

Millie: "Can we please just get back to a plan?"

*The taller lost one snapped*

Millie: "If we can't sit around, what can we do?"

“Well, there’s the option of movin’ and sit around THERE!”

Daryn: "That'd take a lot of work but maybe... If we get chased, though, what then? I don't want to have to kill him, if it's even possible."

*Daryn grabs a small heap of papers, looking aimlessly through the pages*

*Jasper nervously fidgeted with his golden spade pin*

Millie: "What's up with that pin? You keep messing with it!"

*She pointed to the pin. Daryn's head poked up and nodded along.*

*Jasper slapped Millie’s hand away from his pin as his face showed slight hostility and fear*

“Hands off! This pin is the last shred of humanity I have left of myself. It was a gift…And I never want to ever lose it.”

*Millie shrinks back, while Daryn leans in*

Daryn: "Gift from who?"

“I’m not gonna tell ya.”

*he holds the pin protectively like it was the last can of bacon soup in the studio*

Daryn: "You don't really tell us much about your personal life, do you? I've already told you about Chris and the demon worshipping. You haven't really told us anything."

“Well You guys already know I used to be Bendy’s voice actor. That’s already enough ‘bout my personal life!”

"Is it? Anyone could tell you their old job. All we really know is that you and Joey were close."

*They cross their arms, leaning in further*

“Well- I- uhh-“

*he hears something in the back of his mind. His own thoughts haunting him as he ponders wether or not he should say something*

~Come on, tell them more about yourself. You can’t keep hidin’ like this.~

*”shut up!” He internally screamed back at his inner voice, he was NO WAY ever going to tell his new friends how horrible he used to be…He may have forgotten most of his past but some still stick around with him*

“Well yes we were close…But it’s not like we had a close bond in the studio!…H-He just really liked me ‘cause I was…well, so enjoyable to be around others!…”

"Well if that's the case, then I have no idea how Chris managed to gain his favor. He was no fun."

*She chuckles a bit*

"Well, that's actually a bold-faced lie. Man did I screw us over... Still, Millie, Music was in charge of the voice actors too, right?"

Millie: "Trust me, if I knew anything. I'd tell you. The one who makes silly noises doesn't exactly get to hang out among the stars."

“Oh yeah! I still remember the director of the music department! I kinda forgot his name though…Boy was he a “wonderful” character…I dunno where he is now.”

"Sammy. The cult guy."

*They reply bluntly*

*Jasper snaps his fingers*

“Yeah! Sammy! Now I remember! Wait-“

*Jasper stares at Daryn in shock*

“Sammy!? The cult guy!? No way- I- I never could’a guessed! I never thought he’d be the type to be such a nutjob. I kinda find it hilarious. He used to hate my guts and now? He bends down to me and calls me his “lord and saviour”!”

*He starts to laugh*

*Daryn joins in, snorting*

"Yeah, didn't really change too much, though. Still an obsessive jerk."

Millie: "I once had to retake a boing sound 36 times because he said it 'sounded off.'"

“He refused to call me by my real name and just called me “Merridew” in a condescendin’ tone. I was DEFINITELY not his favourite. Oh! He also once said I was the worst person he has ever met just because I quote: “Kiss Mr. Drew’s butt all day” and “Be a sucker” All ‘cause I get a better salary than him!”

*Millie straightens up, seemingly gaining a bit more confidence*

Millie: "Yes! I don't think he ever called anyone by their proper names. I don't remember what he called me, but I know for sure it wasn't 'Millie' or Ms. Whatever it was."